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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.