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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Q65,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.