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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.