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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
CMW,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.