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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
10cc,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.