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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.