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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Can,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.