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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.