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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.