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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.