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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
CMW,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.