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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.