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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.