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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.