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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Monks,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.