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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.