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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.