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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.