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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.