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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
June Days,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.