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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.