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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.