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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.