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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.