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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.