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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.