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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
CMW,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Main Source,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.