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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Urselle,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.