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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.