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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.