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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.