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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Monks,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.