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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.