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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.