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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.