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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.