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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.