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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Monks,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.