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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.