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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Wings,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.