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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.