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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.