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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.