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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.