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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Quantec,
Technova,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.