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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.