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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.