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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.