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 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.