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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.