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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.