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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.