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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.