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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.