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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.