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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.