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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.