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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.