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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.