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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.