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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.