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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.