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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.