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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.