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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.