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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.