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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.