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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.