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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.