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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.