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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.