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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.