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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.