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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.