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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.