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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.