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 Greece 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.