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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Oneida,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.