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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.