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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.