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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.