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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
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.