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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.