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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.