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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Remains,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.