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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.