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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.