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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.