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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Echospace,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.