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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Smog,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.