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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Monolake,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.