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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.