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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.