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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.