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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.