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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.