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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.