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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
X-102,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.