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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.