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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.