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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.