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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 CMW to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.