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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.