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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Swans,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.