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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Slave,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.