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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Franke,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.