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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.