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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.