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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.