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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.