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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.