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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Audionom,
June Days,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.