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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.