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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.