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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Josef K,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.