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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.