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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
UT,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.