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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.