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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.