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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.