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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.