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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Slave to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.