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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
June Days,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.