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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.