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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.