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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mr. Review 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.