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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.