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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.