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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.