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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.