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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.