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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.