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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.