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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.