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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.