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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.