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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.