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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
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.