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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.