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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.