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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.