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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.