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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.