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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.