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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.