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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.