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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.