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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Television,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.