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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.