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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.