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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.