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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Model 500,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.