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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.