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 Singapore and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.