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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.