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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Wake,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Can,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.