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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.