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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
DNA,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.