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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.