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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.