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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.