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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.