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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.