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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Nas,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
UT,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.