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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.