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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.