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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Index,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.