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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.