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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.