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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.