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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Can,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.