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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.