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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Ituana,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.