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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.