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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.