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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.