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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.