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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.