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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.