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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.