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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.