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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.