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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.