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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.