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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.