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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Pagans,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.