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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Index,
Japan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.