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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.