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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.