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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.