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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.