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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.