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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.