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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.