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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Slave,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.