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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.