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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.