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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.