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 Estonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Visage,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.