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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.