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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.