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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.