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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.