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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.