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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.