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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Standells,
cv313,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.