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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.