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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.