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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.