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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Technova,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.