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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.