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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.