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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.