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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.