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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.