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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.