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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.