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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.