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 Albania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.