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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.