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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.