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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.