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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.