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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.