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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.