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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Visage,
MC5,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.