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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.