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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.