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 Liberia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.