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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.