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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.