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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.