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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Oneida,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.