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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.