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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
EPMD,
AZ,
Urselle,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.