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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Visage,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.