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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.