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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.