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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.