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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.