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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.