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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.