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 Panama and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.