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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.