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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.