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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Smog,
cv313,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.