Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Swans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.