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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.