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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.