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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Spokane and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.