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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.