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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.