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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.