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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.