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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.