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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.