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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
the Association,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.