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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.