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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.