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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
cv313,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.