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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.