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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.