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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.