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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.