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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.