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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.