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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.