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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.