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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.