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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Skarface,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.