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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.