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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
X-101,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Fear,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.