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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.