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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.