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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.