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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.