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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
JFA,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.