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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.