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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.