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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Joy Division 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.