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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.