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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.