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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.