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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.