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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Names,
The Sound,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.