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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.