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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.