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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.