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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.