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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.