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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.