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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.