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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Organ,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.