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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
World's Most,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.