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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.