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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.