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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.