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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.