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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.