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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.