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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.