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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.