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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.