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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.