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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.