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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.