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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Franke,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.