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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.