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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.