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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.