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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.