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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.