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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Fear,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.