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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.