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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
CMW,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.