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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.