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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Gong,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.