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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.