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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
the Association,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.