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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.