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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.