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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.