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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.