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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.