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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.