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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.