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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.