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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.