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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.