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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.