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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.