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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Crime,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.