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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Urselle,
the Human League,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.