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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.