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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
UT,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.