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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.