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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.