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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
PIL,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.