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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.