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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.