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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.