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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Visage,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.