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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Franke,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.