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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.