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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.