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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.