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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.