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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.