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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.