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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Q65,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.