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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.