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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.