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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.