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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.