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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.