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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Franke,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.