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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.