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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.