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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.