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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.