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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.