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 Venezuela 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.