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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.