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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.