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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.