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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.