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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.