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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.