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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.