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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.