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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.