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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.