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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.