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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.