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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.