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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
New Order,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.