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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.