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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.