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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Roxette,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.