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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.