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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
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.