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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.