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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.