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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.