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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Stooges,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.