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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.