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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.