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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
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.