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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.