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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.