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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.