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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.