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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.