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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Lyres,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.