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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
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.