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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Q65,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.