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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Neu!,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.