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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
UT,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.