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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.