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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.