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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.