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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.