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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.