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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.