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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.