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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.