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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.