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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
JFA,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.