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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.