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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
ABC,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.