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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Section 25,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.