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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.