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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.