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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.