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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.