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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.