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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.