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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.