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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.