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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.