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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.