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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.