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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.