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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.