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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.