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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.