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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.