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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Faust to the techno 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.