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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.