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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.