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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Human League 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Shoche,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.