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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
World's Most,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.