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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.