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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.