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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.