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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.