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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.