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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.