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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.