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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.