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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.