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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.