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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
AZ,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.