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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.