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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.