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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.