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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.