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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.