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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.