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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.