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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.