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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.