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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Gong,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.