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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.