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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.