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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.