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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.