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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.