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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.