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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.