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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.