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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.