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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.