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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.