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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.