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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.