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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Cameo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.