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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.