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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Slave,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.