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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.