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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
MC5,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.