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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.