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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.