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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.