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 Chad 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.