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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.