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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.