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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.