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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.