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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.