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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.