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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Faust,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.