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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.