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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.