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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Smog,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.