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 China and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.