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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.