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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.