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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.