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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.