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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.