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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
New Order,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.