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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.