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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.