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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.