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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.