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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.