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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.