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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.