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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.