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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 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 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 Echospace to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.