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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Franke,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.