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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
New Order,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.