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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.