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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
AZ,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.