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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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Make Up,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.