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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.