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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.