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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Qualms,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.