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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.