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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.