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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.